What would happen if godlike power was placed in the hands of a regular being? I do wonder...
First Contact
"Who… are you?"
The world I once knew was gone—replaced by a sea of black. But one thing looked familiar. A face. Human, yet different from the humans I knew. It stared at me—through me—with apathetic eyes. So distant.
I tried to touch the face. But they didn't let me. Instead, I was yanked back to the world I knew.
Yanked back to the horrors I almost escaped.
Oh right… they were here.
Those eyes. Different eyes. Terrifying eyes.
They were soulless, but I still felt them pierce my soul—all four of them. The eyes of a predator with only one intention. To hunt.
Sweat collected on my brow.
Two walls. Two exits. Locked doors of an abandoned market—crammed into a long, narrow alleyway—that had been dead since the invasion began.
The creature filled the alley like a living landslide; its silhouette swallowed the daylight behind it. Three times my size. Four arms thick as tree trunks, each one corded with muscle that looked strong enough to snap me in half. Gums lined with razor fangs, crimson and glistening. Hot breath washed over my face—meat and copper. Blood. Human blood.
Sweat stung my eyes. My chest hurt from holding my breath.
Stay still.
Hold your breath.
That's what they do in movies, right?
It took one step forward—The ground trembled.
Plan B:
I spun and ran.
Feet pounded off asphalt—the alley echoed. The creature followed. It let out a growl—low, wet. Each thud deliberate as it shook loose debris
I couldn't look back.
Even if I wanted to.
Street after street. Alley after alley. Just running. Legs burning, lungs screaming, mind blank except for one thought: don't stop.
I passed them. Cold glassy eyes. Once people, now meat. Scattered across the concrete—broken and mangled. I froze. Breath escaped my lungs—shaking, hollow. The frequencies fluttered as they bounced off my quivering bottom lip.
I'm a police officer. I'm supposed to help them.
Tears welled up. I shut my eyes. Kept going.
It took a while before I realised the stomping had faded. Or maybe I already had. Perhaps it got to the point where the act of running had become comforting: like I wanted to just run—get away from it all.
And I thought I had.
What an idiot, right?
I slowed. Legs were failing me; each strand of muscle tearing at the seams. I hunched over, hands on thighs for support. Each rough pant scraped at my throat.
There was something off about the air. It was cold. And despite being in broad daylight, it was dark, as though a great monstrosity was blotting out the sun.
I risked a glance, through one eye.
The other one shot open on its own.
It all made sense now.
The sky was gone.
Not a monstrosity.
Something mechanical.
A massive black shape hung above the city—angular, coal-black hull drinking the sun. A black hole in the sky. Squared lights formed a ring around a massive matte-black sphere on the structure's underbelly.
"Himiko…" A voice called my name, "Himiko Suzuki, is that you?!"
I turned, grateful to finally hear another voice. They were officers—from the same precinct as me: The Rengappon branch. We'd been sent out to evacuate civilians.
There were three in total, two guys, one girl.
"Obayashi, Sato, Tanaka, where's—?"
A low mechanical groan rang, interrupting me.
The sphere had small round gaps around its surface area. A metallic cylinder shot from one of the gaps with incredible speed. The skyscraper couldn't stop it. Metal bent. Glass shattered. The cylinder left the other side.
Straight towards me.
I ran. My legs failed. Like a cookie, they crumbled. I crashed to the floor.
SWISH!
Like a bullet train, it passed over head with incredible speed. I looked up.
Obayashi…
Sato…
Tanaka…
Gone. Crimson mush under the metal cylinder.
"No…" the word left my mouth shallow.
The cylinder hissed—door opened.
Inside was another monster, same as before. All four eyes flickered open in succession, gazing at me for a moment before breaking its shackles and climbing out. Each step was slow—defined stomps. My legs didn't work—I crawled.
The home I called mine for three years. Burning.
I crawled.
I should have stayed at home, in the countryside, with mum and dad.
I crawled. My palms bled.
The beast got closer.
Is this how my life as Himiko Suzuki ends? The twenty-one years of life I lived—ended like this?
It made one last step—now towering above me. Fist clenched, one giant arm cocked back.
I don't want to die...
Was it God?
Did… God… call that flash of purple light?
I blinked.
Ichor painted the asphalt—blue and red. Heaps of guts, flesh and bone scattered across where the lifeblood sprayed. A huge hole punched through the monster's chest. Everything inside it lay scattered like broken machinery.
And standing there…
A man-shaped silhouette made of pure purple energy—liquid light, flowing and reforming. No skin. No clothes. Just glowing violet form, ocean-like, alive. Eyes—bright, piercing—locked on me for half a second.
Eyes that glowed like a purple galaxy—I saw myself reflected in them: small, terrified, loose bun, uniform torn.
Then three more cylinders dropped from the sky—four-armed, fanged, roaring, emerged from them
He turned to face them.
Lowered his stance—like an athlete at the starting line.
And launched.
He snatched the first one mid-leap and hurled it into a parked car. Metal crumpled. The creature became paste.
The second swung. He slipped under the blow, sliced upward — clean through the torso. Green blood sprayed in an arc.
The third charged. He didn't even look. One open palm—and the creature flew backward, smashed through a building facade. Gone.
The ship above howled and lifted away, vanishing into the sky.
He paused.
Looked back at me once more.
Raised two fingers—index and middle—in a small, casual peace sign.
Then he shot upward, gone in a streak of purple.
I stayed on my knees a long time.
I wish I could thank him but within an instant, three more shot down from the spaceship above and almost without a second thought started sprinting towards us.
Three hours later:
"Then this glowing ghost-man thing just appeared and tore them apart!" I insisted, gesticulating wildly.
Superintendent Makoto Isamu sat across from me, arms folded, expression unreadable.
"Do you… honestly believe what you're saying, Officer Suzuki?"
"I… swear, it's… true."
She smirked
"I know."
Her chair creaked as she rose. She went to the entrance of her office. Locked the door. Shut the blinds.
"What are you…?"
Silent. She returned to her desk, gestured—'come here'—with her hand.
I pulled up a chair—both sat around her computer.
She clicked through files on her computer, eventually coming to a folder that said, "Purple".
"There's been multiple reported sightings," she clicked through photos and videos, each showing a mysterious entity flying through the sky, zooming in—the same being.
"Then there was Okoppo…"
She clicked a pdf file—expanded.
A news article—in a language I couldn't understand. There were ruins of some kind of vehicle—futuristic, something alien. A small shuttle.
"In the outskirts of the Okoppan capital, the entity shot down a UFO that had been causing mayhem in the rural area."
"Really?" I asked. "This isn't headline news?"
"Not yet." She leaned forward. "But we'll find him soon."
There was a twinkle in her eyes, one that made me believe in the words she said.
The twinkle stuck with me—up until I lay in bed, struggling to sleep.
My room was humble in size—a small cube. My bed was nestled in the corner, beside a window, leaking moonlight through a small crack in the blinds.
I rolled over. Gazed at the keyboard on the otherside of the room—a housewarming gift from my parents.
What is he?
An alien?
God's messenger?
Or is he human?
And if so… who?
Five hours after the attack on Rengappon.
On the side of the planet—Grossaint, capital city of Troisine:
"This is bad…"
The man said…